SKOPJE, MACEDONIA—It was during another Greek seaside vacation that I came face-to-face with the problem. From the lounging sunbathers, laughing, splashing children, and half-depleted cups of freddo cappuccino, you would never know that a full-blown migration crisis was on, and not very far down the road. Plying the rows of lined umbrellas were sweaty Greek donut-sellers, Bangladeshi men with bags full of cheap plastic toys, and the Chinese foot massage lady with her unguents and conical hat (I recalled her from the year before).There was also a Nigerian fellow with an Old Testament name, which is how you knew he …read more
Source: The American Interest
